I abominate you.
I have this yen to make an incision in your throat and transpierce you from the back.
Something's wide of the mark here.
By all means, it's you.
The thorn in one's side/flesh is you're too suppressed.
You're a weirdo.
I divulge...
I'm the hypocrite Her Majesty.
But who am I to conjecture?
Are you looking down on me?
Let the cat out of the bag about first that this is...
You.
The factual you.
The intellectual you.
The not up to par side of you.
The verity that you're longing for scrutiny from others,
Doesn't change the certainty that you're detritus.
I threatened people who I don't like verbally and physically.
So what you gonna effectuate 'bout that?
Make me go to correctional facility.
Ha!
Don't make me split one's sides.
You're an lummox for letting me under your skin.
Yeah, I be clued in.
I'm one of those-so-called virulent people.
I tip off you once.
Don't let me incapacitate you again.
If you value your life,
Stay away from me!!!
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Poems of Anxiety
PoesíaA book of any one's perspectives and actual experiences all about depression... x_x To put it simply, this is a book full of depression... *Updates whenever I have free time :) *Photos are not mine...
